Author's Notes: X] It continues.
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Idol Conversation 2
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“I know you’re there. I can sense you in the stone.” The dark stag stared at the Crying Idol, gazing at it with blue eyes full of expectance.
Not receiving a response, he continued, sure he was heard. “I don’t claim to be a real ninja like I try to be, like the humans I’ve seen…but I do know how to gather information.” His voice gained confidence with each word. “I know who you are, and that you’re the one who spoke to me before. I know it wasn’t the Idol. I’ve never been able to understand objects…” he stated with a shake of the head. “You’re the deer known as the Crimson Drifter.” He paused then, to see if his words had any effect.
Still no response, but he thought he could sense a feeling of slight surprise or awe coming from within the stone. It encouraged him to keep speaking. “I heard you after, when you thought I was asleep. I almost was, until I heard grass crunching sounds leaving the Idol. I heard each word you said clearly.” The “ninja” inhaled a deep breath, releasing it in a faint “whoosh”. “You said…the names of my family I lost might be a key. I’d like to know what you mean. Also…you’re right. This isn’t my real pelt.” He sighed, and in a rare fit of spontaneity, sneezed. In place of the dark and white beluga pelt stood out the brown and gold swirls of the golden butterfly pelt, the sunlight reflected off the Idol’s tears making it shine brightly. “My true pelt stands out too much for my liking. Gold tends to be like that,” he commented with a bit of dry humor.
